In just April-almost-May, when the world is puddle-wonderful, and I am puddle-wonderful, too, full of uishy good feelings and murky little ice-pools of uncertainty, I

In just April-almost-May, when the world is puddle-wonderful, and I am puddle-wonderful, too, full of uishy good feelings and murky little ice-pools of uncertainty, I
“I meant I was ready to shore up what little purity I had left, ready to not have sex again until I was married. That I would save what I could. My two pennies. What little I could yet claim as my own. I was happy, beginning again. I felt self-possessed and determined and maybe maybe maybe okay. Possibly good enough, once again.” ~ Susan Woodring
Image via Flickr by Mike Bitzanhofer Our regularly scheduled comic will be interrupted today. My apologies. Well, no. I’m not sorry, just like Susan Woodring.
1. “Power Play” by Jennifer Jean in Waxwing The last two lines seal the piece for me, hitting me in the gut. The Biblical references
by Susan Woodring Dear Student Who, Upon Scrutinizing a Picture of Me from a Few Years Ago, Remarked How Very Like a Stick I Used
by Susan Woodring I experienced my very first romantic relationship when I was in the first grade. We were at the swings when it was